Answer The Phone Poem by John A'Hern

Police box standing, blue and proud
The doctor sometimes taking residence.
Telephone boxes get next mention,
A box with such appeal inside.
Enter police box reporting motorbike accident
All so quiet except for paper rustling,
Pencil in hand all so studious
Questions asked answers following.
Shake of a hand and smile offered
Pass on message to your father,
Say hi to Dad; tell him Bert asked after him
See him tonight at pigeon fanciers meeting.
Speak to Father, pass on message
Father smiles and ruffles your hair
Smiles and laughter fill the air.
Telephone box a different matter
So tall and proud, red the chosen colour.
Walking by these boxes of communication
Why is the telephone always ringing?
No one in sight to answer the call
On this day the call will be answered.
Hello, the word that always answers
Pick up phone, several who is this moments
Name is offered then silence
Followed by recognition of caller's name.
Niceties exchanged before favour asked
Needs to talk to the girlfriend.
I answer with she is not here
Disbelief that she is not to be found,
Look around she must be near.
Sure enough, group of girls chatting away,
Call her name the group turn around,
A group of looks that can alarm you.
One comes forward gives the look,
Who are you loud and clear?
The explanation makes her come nearer.
What do you want the next question,
Boyfriend on phone needing to talk
The look she gives filled with anger.
Tell my boyfriend no phones for me
Get here now face to face, or turn me free.
A go between you have become
Stuck between two maybe friends,
Pass on message to distraught boyfriend,
Seems to not believe the message passing.
Have to go, your parting message
Just one mention before I go.
I do believe that you, my friend are in trouble
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